1701: C1701 Black Strange Wind

C1701 Black Strange Wind

For a cultivator like Chen Shaofeng, if he were to leave the Dutian Peak, although he would have some moral questions, he would not be in any serious trouble on the whole.

This was a world where the strong were respected. People like Chen Shaofeng naturally came and went as he pleased.

As for the possibility of Chen Shaofeng becoming an Immortal Realm cultivator, of course, the caravan leaders present felt that it was impossible.

The difference between the Saint realm and the Immortal realm was like the difference of one level, but that was the difference between heaven and earth.

In their eyes, Chen Shaofeng becoming a Saint realm cultivator was already very difficult, let alone a Saint realm cultivator.

If reaching the Saint Immortal Realm from the Heavenly Immortal Realm meant stepping over a deep cliff, then going from the Saint Immortal Realm to the Immortal Realm was like a mortal taking a single step up into the sky, soaring high into the sky.

If Chen Shaofeng had the qualifications to advance to the Immortal Realm, then logically, he would be protected by the Dutian Peak.

Any genius would be an extremely valuable existence within the Five Elements Realm. Once they appeared, they would be closely watched by a large force.

If one wanted to roam outside of human territory, it would be best if one had the strength of a Saint realm expert. It would be rather difficult for a Heavenly Immortal to live in such an environment.

Everyone guessed that Chen Shaofeng came here to gain experience in order to reach the Saint realm as soon as possible and then break through to the Saint realm.

They didn't know that Chen Shaofeng actually already had strength above the Immortal Realm.

They did not think about it, and they did not dare to think about it.

That was a cultivator with strength at the Immortal Realm, how could he be with a merchant caravan like them?

After three rounds of drinking, everyone began to discuss some important matters.

"Mr. Chen, if you want me to say it, why don't you also become the leader of the merchant caravan and lend a hand?" A caravan leader said.

The others also agreed and made plans to reward him.

"Forget it, I don't have the intention of becoming the leader." Chen Shaofeng refused.

Chen Shaofeng joined the caravan in the first place because he wanted to be a leader. He just hoped that he could take care of cultivation along the way.

At most, Chen Shaofeng would only help a little in times of crisis.

However, Chen Shaofeng's attitude made everyone think that their price was too low.

That made sense. After all, this was a peak level Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator! His ambition was definitely to break through to the Saint Immortal Realm. Even if he needed resources, he would need resources from the Saint Immortal Realm.

"Mr. Chen, you must be joking. Are we the ones who work hard all the time then? "Then what are you doing?" The leader of the caravan seemed to have drunk too much as he laughed heartily.

Ba Sang stepped forward in time and said with a coy smile, "I'm afraid Mr. Chen is busy. There are many beauties in the caravan, so it's best to relax a lot in this environment."

Barsarian changed the subject, making the atmosphere of the banquet more lively.

After all, it was Bassan who agreed to Chen Shaofeng's request from the beginning, allowing him to join the caravan without putting in any effort. He considered Chen Shaofeng to be the insurance from the start.

An extra Heavenly Immortal Stage cultivator who didn't work was much better than a few other peak stage cultivators of the Martial Immortal Stage.

This was the difference of a great realm!

Only the leader of the caravan dared to accuse Chen Shaofeng of not working. From the beginning to the end, those few cultivators at the peak of their Martial Immortal Stage did not interrupt.

These few cultivators at the peak of the Martial Immortal Stage were only here to run errands. Being able to get to know other Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators was already a huge benefit for them.

Chen Shaofeng didn't care about these gossip. After all, he never took other people's words seriously.

Words were like blades, but in reality, they did not exist. If you don't care, there's nothing.2

The atmosphere of the banquet became more and more heated. Even the leaders of the caravan started to shout and shout, and it was actually Barsarian who led the conversation.

At this moment, a sentinel cultivator hurriedly walked in from outside the tent.

The entrance of this sentinel cultivator immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"What are you doing?" A caravan leader said in a displeased tone. They had reached a critical moment in their discussion, even someone at the God Realm or higher had appeared.

"Milords, something strange is happening outside. I don't know what's going on, but I feel that it's better to come and inform the Lord Chief." The sentry said.

"How big a deal could it be?" The leader of the caravan didn't think much of this, because the camp had already been set up. Even if they didn't care, the temporary magical formations built here would still be prepared.

Most importantly, no one had any reaction when they sensed danger.

In other words, there were no enemies present.

Since there were no enemies, there was no need to be nervous.

Seeing this, Ba Sang smiled and said, "The sky is already late enough. Let's call it a day. If you have time, come back. Mr. Chen must also be there."

The others also said the same thing, planning to blow-dry it out with Chen Shaofeng.

Chen Shaofeng said to the sentry: "It's quite loud outside, is it windy?"

"The wind is blowing..." Before the sentinel cultivator could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a caravan leader, "What do I think it is? "There's always a storm, it's always a little strange …"

"That's not it, Sir. It's a strange wind, a dark black color. Although it doesn't seem to have any killing power, it looks extremely terrifying." The sentry said.

This caused the caravan leaders to be puzzled. Was there still such a wind in the Western Desert?

Thus, everyone left the tent and went outside.

Sure enough, when they arrived outside, they saw that the sky was covered with dark, strong gales.

These cold winds had a dark hue, and seemed very strange under the night light.

Many mortals within the camp looked on curiously. They, who didn't know much about the world of cultivators, only felt that it was a little strange.

The cultivators of the camp were all suspicious. Many of them thought that they had neglected some common sense of the Western Desert. Seeing that the caravan leader was not nervous, they all thought that this was a normal occurrence.

However, when the leaders of the merchant caravan saw this scene, they were also extremely puzzled.

"What is this wind thing …?" Barsarian frowned, a trace of unease rising in his heart, but he tried his best to deny that possibility.

"Chief Bazang, you don't know either?" One of the caravan leaders looked at Barsarian with a strange expression.

"Is, is there any danger in this wind?" Maybe it's just the incoming storm blowing up some black sand dust. " A caravan leader speculated.

The leader of the merchant caravan present was completely unaware of this.

Everyone looked at each other, then finally set their gazes on Chen Shaofeng.

Seeing that, Chen Shaofeng smiled casually: "It's no big deal, I believe this wind will pass quickly, there won't be any problems."

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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